They little knew how the soul of the silent orphan girl was growing within her,--how her imagination, like flowers, was nourished in stillness and secrecy by the air and the sunshine, the dew and the shower.
I had other teachers, too, in the lonely churchyard; very solemn they were, and gentle too, and I loved their voiceless instructions better than the sounding eloquence of words.
Mr.Regulus thought with Dr.Harlowe, that it was a pity I was not at school.

He called to see Mrs.Linwood and asked her to use her influence to induce me to return as a pupil to the academy.

She left it to my decision, but I shrunk from the thought of contact with the rude village children.

I felt as if I had learned all Mr.Regulus could teach me.

I was under greater masters now.